Choke hold on my neck
Still I’m screaming still
I do not know how to
Form an opinion
Righteous enough to
Defeat your madness
No, Thank you!
These flowered verses have no pull
Upon my heart, they’re over full
of pallid couplets, twee and dull.
Your talk of sunsets makes me ill.
There’s a space on the page….
12 down, begins with A
Sleep treads on stockinged feet
Half-conscious rhythms twist my head